I am tiring waiting for you to make the threat true
I no longer desire to wring my hands in rue
Indeed I have been stalked
Your footsteps following me wherever I walk
Yet alas I still have my luck
I refuse to remain the prey you sought
Someone young and defenseless you thought
I may not have a gun but it will be you that is shot
This life that I treasure is too precious for me to give up
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